ログイン~LUCAS~“Marcella…” Her name breaks out of me like a prayer. “I found you…”My arms wrap around her tightly… desperately… like I’m trying to anchor myself to something real after weeks of drowning in nothingness.She’s warm, she's real, and she's here.For a second… just one second… everything inside me settles.The chaos, the pain, the emptiness… it all quiets down.Because she’s in my arms again. Because I found her.God… I found her.My fingers tighten unconsciously against her back, like I’m afraid she’ll slip through me like smoke if I don’t hold her hard enough. I bury my face slightly into her hair, breathing her in… searching for something familiar, something that screams home.Then I hear it…“EWWWW!!!”The sharp, disgusted voice slices through the moment so violently that my entire body stiffens.It’s not just disgust… it’s pure rejection. Raw. Immediate. Like I’ve done something unforgivable.Before I can even process it, I feel a forceful shove
~LUCAS~Moving on is a lie people tell themselves when staying hurts too much.I learned that the hard way.Because no matter how many times I told myself she’s gone… she chose to leave… it’s over, my heart refused to listen.It’s been weeks.Weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed.Weeks since I walked into her apartment and realized she had erased herself from my life like she was never there.Weeks since I read that letter over and over again until the words stopped making sense and just became pain.And yet…she’s still everywhere.Everywhere.I see her in the smallest things.In the way the morning light slips through the window…..because she used to complain about how it always woke her up too early.In the silence of her apartment….because she used to fill it without even trying.In the emptiness beside me….because she used to belong there.It’s suffocating.It’s like she didn’t leave.Like she stayed behind in pieces… scattered through my entire life
~FIORELLA~The next morning, I wake before the sun fully rises, my eyes opening with sharp awareness, not a trace of sleep lingering in them. My body feels rested, but my mind…..my mind is already working, already calculating, already controlling.Juliette is gone.Of course she is.I don’t keep what I use close for too long. Attachments blur judgment. And I don’t blur.I sit up slowly, the silk sheets slipping off my skin, pooling at my waist like submission itself.A faint smirk touches my lips.Control….. that's what I breathe.That's what I am.I come down from my bed, and walk into the bathroom to take my bath and brush my teeth.After a long, deliberate shower ... .hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of the night ... .I step out, wrapping myself in a black robe. My reflection stares back at me from the fogged mirror….cold, perfect, and untouchable.I wipe the glass with my palm, revealing the woman beneath.And she looks exactly how she should.My finger
~FIORELLA~“Did you cum while I was away, you slut?” I ask, lightly swatting Juliette's breasts with my flattened hand.She mumbles around the gag and shakes her head, gazing up at me with a look of fear and worship.I reach down, tenderly drawing my fingers over Juliette's breasts and stomach to the place between her legs where the vibrator is.With a single motion, I grip the vibrator and swirl it around, pulling it from her body, pushing it back in, and finding a slow rhythm.“How does it feel? Do you like that, honey?” I drawl. “You're so wet. So ready. Would you like to cum??”Juliette moans and writhes on the table, body rocking back and forth, as I plunge the vibrator into her pussy again.Then I step away, leaving the vibrator buried in her pussy while she moans in anguish, craning her neck to follow my movements as I walk over to the assorted toys hanging on the wall.I stop, pondering over my collection of toys, before reaching out to pick a strap on dildo that is nine inches
~FIORELLA~I lead Juliette into the playroom. It's a very dark room, walls painted black, red rugs, candle lights placed randomly in the room…causing shadows flickering in the room.Everything here feels intentional, controlled, and mine.On the wall hangs different kinds of sex toys…dildos and vibrators, heavy looking textured rods with complex harnesses and reams of leathers, whips and floggers.There's a big table covered with a black velvet blanket.I turn back to Juliette, and she's watching me…anticipating.Good.“Take off your clothes. Go to the table and lie down,” I say, my voice calm… but leaving no room for disobedience.“Yes, Mistress,” she replies without hesitation.She hurriedly takes off her clothes, making her completely naked.Then she walks to the table, climbs on it, and lies facing the ceiling, with her body stretched out, and exposed under the dim glow of the candlelight.Exactly where I want her.I take my time approaching her with slow, measured steps.Letting
~FIORELLA~“Juliette, get ready for me,” I type on my phone. “I'm on my way home.”Then I press ‘send’ and put my phone into my bag.I walk majestically to my car as other colleagues clear the road for me, enter my car, ignite the engine, and drive off.My girl is waiting for me, and I can't wait to go home and have fun.~~~It takes me almost an hour to arrive home.The electric gates open, and I drive my car into the compound.The gate closes as I step out of my car.The whole environment is quiet, and why not??I stay alone in my own house…. even as a student.I walk majestically to the front door of my apartment, and open it.Then I see Juliette eagerly waiting for me.“Welcome home, Mistress,” she greets me.She's kneeling on the rug in the sitting room, facing the entrance with her head down.She dares not look at me until I say so.I stare at my twenty years old sex slave, with her dark hair falling messily on her shoulders.She's wearing a thin, net dre
~ELENA~Vincenzo can take my cunt, take my ass, take my throat. He can take me and do whatever he wants with me.When I see the anger in his stare, my heart leaps, because the rage has come from the depths of him.I give myself up completely as I choke and drool. He has
~VINCENZO~The bastard is on his knees, shaking and begging like a coward that he is.Sweat pours down his face even though the basement is freezing. His hands are tied behind the chair with industrial rope, the kind that bites through skin just by existing. His breath is f
~ELENA~Nico is so in groove after his release that he looks dizzy as he pulls out and stares at the mess he has left behind.Riccardo's cock is still inside me. What a fucking view!!I push down so he can see the cum dribbling, and feel the horny slop of more when Riccar
~ELENA~The rest of the day feels like walking through a graveyard. Everywhere in the house is tense, silent, simmering and emotional.No one raises their voice. No one argues. But the tension is everywhere…..thick, oppressive, brushing against my skin.Vincenzo moves arou







